T* LEGENDS ' . .^.!.;>!^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^l 6.AGERL6F _ ^ ^B: ^www.holybooks.com 399 3^^ ^a.^e«"/o:f ChrisT jegerKJi !l(///»;?„t!^«ARy S////ii////lr,yM^l?,R^R'Es 3333 ^ 3 07 796 39?^^ www.holybooks.com www.holybooks.com www.holybooks.com CHRIST LEGENDS www.holybooks.com THEY HAD CAUGHT SIGHT OF THE PALM AND OASIS AND HASTENED THITHER www.holybooks.com CHRIST LEGENDS BY SELMA LAGERLOF Translated from the Swedish by VELMA SWANSTON HOWARD Illustrations by VERA CLERE NEW YORK HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY www.holybooks.com COPYRIGHT, 1908, BY HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY PRINTED IN THE U. S. A. www.holybooks.com ^^y. Q^Z. PROPERTY OF THB M W cm OF NEW YOBK S^oPO^H CONTENTS PACK THE HOLY NIGHT i THE EMPEROR'S VISION 13 THE WISE MEN'S WELL 25 BETHLEHEM'S CHILDREN 41 THE FLIGHT INTO EGYPT 73 IN NAZARETH 85 IN THE TEMPLE 95 SAINT VERONICA'S KERCHIEF 119 ROBIN REDBREAST 191 OUR LORD AND SAINT PETER --- - 203 THE SACRED FLAME 2ii www.holybooks.com Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2007 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation www.holybooks.com http://www.archive.org/details/christlegends0018582 ILLUSTRATIONS They had caught sight of the palm and oasis and hastened thither .... Frontispiece PAGE The drought saw a great caravan come marching toward the hill 28 Jesus sat on the doorstep and made clay cuckoos 88 Raniero rode forward as in a white night . 244 www.holybooks.com www.holybooks.com THE HOLY NIGHT www.holybooks.com www.holybooks.com THE HOLY NIGHT WHEN I was five years old I had such a great sorrow ! I hardly know if I have had a greater since. It was then my grandmother died. Up to that time, she used to sit every day on the corner sofa in her room, and tell stories. I remember that grandmother told story after story from morning till night, and that we chil- dren sat beside her, quite still, and listened. It was a glorious hfe ! No other children had such happy times as we did. It isn't much that I recollect about my grand- mother. I remember that she had very beau- tiful snow-white hair, and stooped when she walked, and that she always sat and knitted a stocking. And I even remember that when she had fin- ished a story, she used to lay her hand on my head and say: "All this is as true, as true as that I see you and you s^e me." www.holybooks.com ! 4 CHRIST LEGENDS I also remember that she could smg songs, but this she did not do every day. One of the songs was about a knight and a sea-troll, " and had this refrain : It blows cold, cold weather at sea/' Then I remember a little prayer she taught me, and a verse of a hymn. Of all the stories she told me, I have but a dim and Imperfect recollection. Only one of them do I remember so well that I should be able to repeat it. It is a little story about Jesus' birth. Well, this is nearly all that I can recall about my grandmother, except the thing which I re- member best; and that is, the great loneliness when she was gone. I remember the morning when the corner sofa stood empty and when it was Impossible to understand how the days would ever come to an end. That I remember. That I shall never forget And I recollect that we children were brought forward to kiss the hand of the dead and that we were afraid to do It. But then some one said to us that It would be the last time we could thank grandmother for all the pleasure she had given us. And I remember how the stories and songs were driven from the homestead, shut up in a www.holybooks.com THE HOLY NIGHT 5 long black casket, and how they never came back again. I remember that something was gone from our lives. It seemed as if the door to a whole beautiful, enchanted world—^where before we had been free to go in and out—had been closed. And now there was no one who knew how to open that door. And I remember that, little by little, we chil- dren learned to play with dolls and toys, and to live like other children. And then it seemed as though we no longer missed our grandmother, or remembered her. But even to-day—after forty years—as I sit here and gather together the legends about Christ, which I heard out there in the Orient, there awakes within me the little le- gend of Jesus' birth that my grandmother used to tell, and I feel impelled to tell it once again, and to let it also be included in my collection. It was a Christmas Day and all the folks had driven to church except grandmother and I. I believe we were all alone in the house. We had not been permitted to go along, because one of us was too old and the other was too young. And we were sad, both of us, because we had not been taken to early mass to hear the sing- ing and to see the Christmas candles. www.holybooks.com 6 CHRIST LEGENDS But as we sat there in our loneliness, grand- mother began to tell a story. " There was a man," said she, *' who went out In the dark night to borrow live coals to kindle a fire. He went from hut to hut and * ' knocked. Dear friends, help me ! said he. * My wife has just given birth to a child, and I must make a fire to warm her and the little one.' " But it was way in the night, and all the people were asleep. No one replied. *' The man walked and walked. At last he saw the gleam of a fire a long way off. Then he went In that direction, and saw that the fire was burning In the open. A lot of sheep were sleeping around the fire, and an old shepherd sat and watched over the flock. " When the man who wanted to borrow fire came up to the sheep, he saw that three big dogs lay asleep at the shepherd's feet. All three awoke when the man approached and opened their great jaws, as though they wanted to bark; but not a sound was heard. The man noticed that the hair on their backs stood up and that their sharp, white teeth glistened In the firelight. They dashed toward him. He felt that one of them bit at his leg and one at his hand and that one clung to his throat. But their jaws and teeth wouldn't obey them, and the man didn't suffer the least harm. www.holybooks.com THE HOLY NIGHT 7 " Now the man wished to go farther, to get what he needed. But the sheep lay back to back and so close to one another that he couldn't pass them. Then the man stepped upon their backs and walked over them and up to the fire. And not one of the animals awoke or moved." Thus far, grandmother had been allowed to narrate without interruption. But at this point I couldn't help breaking in. " Why didn't they " do it, grandma? I asked. *' That you shall hear in a moment," said grandmother—and went on with her story. ** When the man had almost reached the fire, the shepherd looked up. He was a surly old man, who was unfriendly and harsh toward hu- man beings. And when he saw the strange man coming, he seized the long spiked staff, which he always held in his hand when he tended his flock, and threw it at him. The staff came right toward the man, but, before it reached him, it turned off to one side and whizzed past him, far out in the meadow." When grandmother had got this far, I inter- rupted her again. " Grandma, why wouldn't the stick hurt the man? " Grandmother did not bother about answering me, but continued her story. " Now the man came up to the shepherd and ' said to him : Good man, help me, and lend me www.holybooks.com 8 CHRIST LEGENDS a little fire I My wife has just given birth to a child, and I must make a fire to warm her and the little one.' " The shepherd would rather have said no, but when he pondered that the dogs couldn't hurt the man, and the sheep had not run from him, and that the staff had not wished to strike him, he was a little afraid, and dared not deny the man that which he asked. " * Take as much as you need! ' he said to the man. *' But then the fire was nearly burnt out. There were no logs or branches left, only a big heap of live coals; and the stranger had neither spade nor shovel, wherein he could carry the red-hot coals. *' When the shepherd saw this, he said again: * ' Take as much as you need ! And he was glad that the man wouldn't be able to take away any coals. " But the man stooped and picked coals from the ashes with his bare hands, and laid them in his mantle. And he didn't burn his hands when he touched them, nor did the coals scorch his mantle; but he carried them away as if they had been nuts or apples." But here the story-teller was interrupted for the third time.